Resorted

Chapter Forty-One [edited]

[I've started writing the Final Battle and I'm already crying!].

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It was a strange occurrence, but Harry woke up first. He felt an arm thrown lazily over his waist but the hand was squeezing him tightly as if he would leave. Harry looked down at the head of tousled but still perfect blonde hair and smiled. Idly, he combed through the locks- he loved this, because it was a soft side to Draco nobody saw but Harry in the mornings. Harry got to see Draco dishevelled, his bright smile when he looked up at Harry first thing when he opened his eyes. Snuggling in, Draco stirred but brought a hand to Harry’s hip to draw random patterns on it. “Mornin’ Kitten.” Harry said and wrapped his arms tightly around Draco. The other boy was too dazed to take in the name Harry called him.
“Morning to you too Harry.” Happily, he sighed, showing no signs of moving.

“I never want this to end.” He said solemnly.
“me neither.” Harry replied and as Draco sat up to lean against the headboard and him, Harry moved his arm to lay over Draco’s shoulder.
“I mean... what if- what if you do-do die to the dar-Voldemort? I don’t-I can’t-" Draco broke off. He started shaking slightly and that’s when Harry knew they needed to talk about it. Since finding out, everyone avoided the topic, so when brought up, it was silently swept under the rug.
"Draco, we don't know if that's even going to happen. Just remember, I love you." That didn't satisfy Draco because he went to move away, "And if I do-" he couldn't say the word, "Then, I want you to move on."
"I know I won't ever love anyone like I love you." He whispered turning his face into Harry's bare chest.
"And that's OK. But, I want you to try." Harry, once again, started combing into the soft locks.
"I don't know... maybe then, but I don't-"

Harry lifted Draco's face up, "It's okay to cry, you know."
"I know I- it's just hard. I mean about the crying thing... My fa- Lucius always told me that crying made you weak. That, Malfoy's are above it, that only weak people cry. I guess it's just hard for me to aban- forget those things..." he took a deep breathe, "And you're always the strong one... I shouldn't be beating myself up about this. It's your destiny, so why am I more upset about this than you show?" Draco said and kissed Harry on the cheek, lingering there for a moment longer.
"I knew I'd have to fight him eventually. I just never thought I'd have something so important I'd want to fight for."
"What do you mean?"
"Obviously, Hermione, the Weasley's and all my friends are worth fighting for. But, if I got to see my parents, I would choose that. I'm not saying I would purposely die, but if I was presented with the choice, I would choose them." Harry swallowed thickly and Draco didn't say a word allowing him to continue, "But then, we got together. And suddenly, I've got a bigger drive to defeat him."
"And we've got something he'll never have." Draco commented.
"What's that?" They locked eyes.
"Love. He's incapable of it." Responded Draco.
"Sap." Laughed Harry while being shoved half-heartedly by Draco, he pouted, "Don't pout! You're too adorable when you do!"
"I thought we discussed, I am not adorable!" He tried not to pout but it didn't work very well. First, Harry kissed his nose making Draco scrunch his face up in a cute, childish way and then kissed him properly. "I love you." He whispered and kissed him again.

Finally, at ten am, the two descended from the stairs after a long shower they shared. Draco was in Harry's Weasley Christmas jumper. It may as well be Black's, because Harry has worn it once on Christmas day and when the jumper lost Harry's scent: otherwise, the jumper belonged to Draco. "You two had fun last night." Remus stated, not glancing at the two but feeding Teddy. Embarrassed, they took a seat at the table, Draco pulled Laitan into his lap and began playing with him leaving Harry to deal with the awkward conversation. Harry knew this and Draco knew Harry was glaring at him.

"It was great." Harry grinned.
"Oh it wasn't a question pup." Laughed Sirius walking in with the Daily Prophet. Still, no lead on the Amelia Bones case and on the front was a family of one child and two parents, Harry assumed they had died.
"Without Blaise knocking on the door, we would know all about it darling." Pansy drawled.
"How come you three always look pristine in the mornings?" Sirius complained.
"Maybe because we care?" Replied Blaise and swished his wand to butter his toast for him.
"Hey! I care!" Sirius argued but saw all the 'really?' Looks on the three and from Remus- Harry busied himself with making two strong coffees (the way Draco loves them) the Muggle way.
"Says the man with a seventies jacket in his wardrobe." Remus commented taking a sip of his tea, he turned to the three others, "It has the ruffles and everything."